#Chapter 42: The Envoy

Rowena & Eric Rowena The dining room smelled like garlic and roast chicken, the only sounds that of cutlery on dishes and soft classical music in the background. My parents sat on either end of the table, wearing their more dressed-down—but still dressy enough for a family dinner—clothes. Eric and I sat between them, our gazes fixed on our plates. This was our monthly occasion—every last Friday of the month, we had a family dinner with just the four of us. I always looked forward to it, as it was a chance for the four of us to get together and catch up. With my father always busy with his Alpha duties, it was a chance for us to talk and enjoy some quality time. Usually we would have dinner, then retreat to the living room for movies or games, popcorn, and laughter. But this month, I was dreading it more than anything. Especially with Eric sitting right across from me. “Rowena?” my mother said, cocking her head at me. “Hm?” I picked my head up from where I had been le